1986 [harry styles au]

XX. BEDROOM

CHAPTER XX. BEDROOM
It was Friday, the day of Harry's parties, when I wandered down the school corridor to get to the library once again. This time, it wasn't to avoid anybody but to actually get my end-of-term assignments done. As I stepped along the polished floor, I noticed the back of Kian walking before me. I tried to speed up but couldn't seem to catch up to him, he eventually turned and entered another corridor. It was then that I noticed he had dropped a leather notebook, lying on the ground behind him. I picked it up once I was near and placed it with everything else in my bag, to give back to him once I had the chance to.

I got home to a voicemail from Lana, who was now completely fine with me again, and was planning to come around to my home later to get ready. It was good to be friends with her, but not the best idea that I had the exact same crush as her. I didn't even really know how to handle it, I had never had a crush this major before; maybe that made it unsuitable for me to even think of pursuing Harry, I didn't know what I was doing. Lana did know what she was doing, and that's where we differed.

It was 7pm when she arrived to my door, a Lana-style smile over her face and a backpack filled with clothes and makeup in her hand. She did her makeup first before doing mine, going heavier than usual on my eyes but I enjoyed the difference it made to my overall look. It made me appear sultry, ultra feminine, and I enjoyed that. It was the opposite to my usual plain sweaters and jeans look, it was another persona. I searched through my wardrobe for an outfit, noticing my funeral wear on the floor and cringing, before taking the first dress I could find. A deep red, off-shoulder midi-dress that contoured to my curves. I felt that it was suitable enough.

'That's the one.' Lana told me once I had stepped back into the room, in full party attire.

'Are you sure?'

'Yeah, definitely. This could be your lucky night.' She states as I perch onto my bed. Her hands were still fixing up her makeup at my desk. 'I think this could be my lucky night with Harry, you know.'

My heart sinks. 'Really? What makes you think that?'

'I don't know, I just have that feeling. The one you get when something may actually go right.' A feeling I hadn't felt in the past two months. I just nodded so she wouldn't feel disheartened.

It was soon 9pm and time to travel to Harry's home. The strange feeling in my stomach still hadn't left since the conversation with Lana. Harry wouldn't do anything with Lana, would he? Surely he knows that I have feelings for him, right? These thoughts race through my mind as I get into the backseat of the cab with Lana, jealousy sparking through my veins as I looked on at her model body, her model frame, and her model features. Of course, he would go for her; she was your typical feminine girl. I watched the street lights pass us by as the cab drove through the night.

'Are you okay, Andy?' Lana asks, and I have to hold back my correction. Only Harry could call me Andy, I thought she knew that. 'You seem really out of it.'

'Oh, I'm fine. Busy day, that's all. It's catching up to me.' I lie, and she nods in understanding.

I tried to keep calm as we approached Harry's door, Lana immediately clutching the handle and pushing it open. The crowd was bigger than ever but I could still spot Harry pushing through to get to us. As he neared us, he stepped directly past Lana and to me instead. A deep smile spread over my lips, all feelings of nervousness fading, as his arms tightly latched around my waist. His head fell onto my neck and I felt his breath against the exposed skin, my arms flew around his shoulders.

'Hey, baby.' He whispered into my neck, creating sparks within my veins, and I could immediately smell the champagne on his breath. His cologne also smelt appetising.

'Hello, Harry.' I reply, his grip tightening. I begin to worry about what the others think of the embrace, it can't last too long or they'll get suspicious. 'I need a favour from you.'

'Anything you say.'

'Can you dance with Lana?' He pulls away slightly, his hands still at my waist. 'Please, just once. It will keep the peace, even just dancing as friends.'

'Fine.' He sighs and rolls his eyes, letting go of me altogether. A look of annoyance crosses his face as he takes one last look at me before approaching Lana, taking her to the centre of the crowd and beginning to dance. They aren't close in proximity, just holding hands and shaking their hips. But Lana looked extremely happy, like she had just won $1,000,000. Harry gets into it too and it looks believable. I move away from the crowd and to the kitchen, grabbing my usual drink of vodka and Coca-Cola. Once I'm back in the hallway, I notice Dua and Kendrick. I decided to stand beside them.

I lean against the wall and watch the crowd. Harry and Lana were still dancing, but Harry was searching the room; stopping at me. He sends a smirk my way, his eyes lowering at my chest and I glance down to see my dress had lowered, revealing more cleavage than I'd usually allow. I swiftly pull it up and flip him off as he continues to dance, before sending him a thumbs-up which causes him to roll his eyes.

Three drinks later and I had lost track of Lana and Harry. My mind automatically went to thinking of Nico; how he was here exactly a week ago, alive and kicking. But now, he couldn't experience this again. He was gone forever and I couldn't do anything about it. I found myself growing anxious, so I put my half-empty drink down and moved to the staircase. All I wanted to do was stand in the bathroom for a few minutes, away from the crowd, but as I approached the upper level of the home, I noticed Harry stood at his bedroom doorway.

I sent him a small grin and he returned it, before stepping closer to me. His hand gently found my wrist and pulled me into his dark room. Only the moonlight seeping in through the sides of the curtains made it's way inside. He closed the door behind him and I stayed near it, leaning against the wall.

'I need to talk to you.' He says with a serious tone. His face was close to mine and I yearned to reach his lips, to feel the distraction I had wanted to feel for months.

'Yes.' My voice came out quiet.

'I really really like you. I like you more than a friend. I have done for a while now, but I was scared to ruin everything. This is the first time I've ever felt this way, I've never craved a relationship before; but you're not like other girls, Andy. You're independent, you stand up to me when I'm wrong and you treat me the same way as everybody else. You keep me grounded when I get too big-headed.' I chuckle and he does too, before he continues, 'I need you. I've always needed you, I just didn't realise it for a while.'

'You mean that, Harry?' I couldn't believe what was coming from his mouth.

'I mean every word of it, Andy. Truly.' He pauses for a moment, his eyes scrutinising my lips. 'I just hope you feel the same way.'

I nod, and that's all it takes for him to move even closer. His head leans nearer to mine than it ever had, and I half-expect him to back away like he had done multiple times before. My arms reach for his chest, before snaking over his shoulders, pushing him against me and he smirks slightly at my confidence. Our eyes bore into each other's with so much intensity that I felt my legs could buckle at any moment. His hands instantly reach up to my face, his thumb tracing my cheek while the other delicately traces the outline of my lips. The whole ordeal was so sensual, and I was practically begging for him to kiss me. Within seconds, his head dips and his lips finally reach mine, igniting fireworks within me. Our lips felt like heaven as they glided together, engulfing mine with his own. I felt his hands move from my face and to my waist instead, holding my body tight against his as though he was terrified of letting go. Every movement of his lips was so carefully demonstrated, like it was the final performance of an anticipated theatre production.

His hands soon fell to the back of my thighs, pulling me upwards and propping my legs around his waist. Merely a moment later, he guided me towards his bed. He gently laid my body down before hovering over me, his elbows propping him up. Our lips hadn't disconnected yet and I felt like I was floating with pleasure.

It was what I had craved for a long time. It was better than I could have ever imagined. His hands gracefully moved down my body and back up to my face, like I was a sculpture that took hours to create. Our lips danced together in sync, moulding as smoothly as our hands would intertwine.